Vincent Warner didn’t try to keep her, and indeed, his insistence caused Stella Charlie a lot of pain.

Each time they’ve met recently, he felt that Stella became more and more distant.

And all these negative changes were caused by him.

Perhaps when Stella first suggested a temporary separation, he should have agreed, rather than selfishly letting her endure an agonizing wait.

In Vincent Warner’s dazed silence, Stella Charlie picked up her suitcase and opened the door.

Vincent turned and looked at her, his voice hoarse, and asked, "...Where are you going?"

Stella paused at the doorway, eyes glistening with tears, determination outweighing reluctance: "To a place without you."

The moment she closed the door, tears fell recklessly.

During the time when she was blind, Vincent Warner’s presence was like the only light in her darkness.

The day Vincent took her out of the basement, she allowed herself to dream of a future with this man.

So that night, she didn’t refuse Vincent. From then on, all her hopes and fantasies began to spiral out of control...

The moment she boarded the plane, Stella carried both regrets about this relationship and hopes for a new life.

As soon as the plane landed, she received a text from Vincent: [A friend of mine will come to see you in a couple of days. You left in such a hurry that I couldn’t give you something personally. I hope you live and study in peace abroad.]

[I’ll transfer the title of the house here to your name and won’t change the code. It’ll be a place you can return to. If you don’t want to live there, you can sell it and buy a new one.]

[Remember to take care of yourself.]

Talking to himself like this, Stella took a deep breath and forced back her tears.

Everything had ended, and a new life also meant a new beginning.

After arriving in Serephina, all proceedings were handled by the school, and Stella, knowing a bit of French, didn’t have major communication barriers.

With Kai Jacobs’s care, overall, she was adapting well.

The only thing she wasn’t used to was the food.

Vincent’s friend arrived three days later and handed Stella a bank card.

The card contained two million euros, a sum Stella might never earn in her lifetime.

At that moment, Stella felt a chill in her heart.

Without this money, she could consider her time with Vincent as merely a failed romantic experience, a regrettable first love in retrospect.

Holding this card made her feel that all the rumors were right, that her relationship with Vincent was only a transaction involving money and power.

He could use money to buy many more girls’ youth.

The class bell broke Stella’s spiraling thoughts, and she put the card in her bag, picked up her textbook, and walked toward the teaching building.

Four years later.

Stella Charlie, fluent in eight languages, had already been selected by the founder of a famous French jewelry company before graduation and was hired with a high salary as a personal translator.

She became somewhat well-known in her school and the translation community, considered a rare language talent.

She had stood on the school’s podium and was invited to attend numerous important international conferences, having experienced various situations.

These experiences no longer left Stella with the youthful and introverted demeanor she once had. She exuded confidence and competence in her speech and actions.

With shoulder-length curly hair and delicate makeup, she had an icy beauty that made it difficult for people to look away, a kind of coldness that discouraged easy approach.